The Gift That Keeps on Giving
February 23, 2004
As you know, today is my BIRTHDAY.
My four-year-old darling Clif came up to me and said, “You know what I’m getting you for your birthday? Yarn.”
You know what Hubbo’s family got me for my birthday? Yarn. Kay, you know how I’ve been rattling on about She of the Hebrides, Ms. Alice Starmore? Well, get a load of this:
To make this:
A great whackin’ pile of Alice Starmore Hebridean 2 ply with which to make Glenesk, a Fair Isle pattern by Jade Starmore. It’s spoze to look like a shipwreck on the shore, where only the boiler of the ship remains in the sand with waves crashing around it. Wowee! Whatever! I’m looking forward to finishing this in time for my sixtieth birthday party, nineteen years from now.
As I photographed this fantastic batch of colors, I realized that this sweater uses all the shades of my favorite old rug, which you can see at the edges. Remember: There are no coincidences.
When my brother-in-law David handed me that box, the one all covered with superexotic and therefore intoxicating postal stamps, he said, “If this thing gives you a giant headache, blame Kay.”
I do believe you gave him an assist on selecting this pattern, you sly minx, so I thank you for giving me a project that you will get to hear about for a nice, long time.